Location of the most recent breach into Malifaux, Latest area to be occupied by the forces of Cryx, Stronghold of the Dark Legion, Homeworld of the 'Night Reapers' Space Marine Chapter, Council of Seven allocated Deadzone and the lair of some opinionated git called GMort who they let hang out with them...when he's not distracted by Steampunk, Gothic culture or Cosplay...

Friday, 14 November 2014

Mantic Games Newsletter - Kings of War Kickstarter

Mantic Games rather unsurprisingly are launching the new edition of their Kings of War game via Kickstarter...

...you don't seem surprised, lol.

The Kings of War Kickstarter has begun!

A scream of agony rent the air to his left as another of his comrades died, consumed by unnatural flames that licked hungrily at his flesh. The fire burned white hot, the carcass collapsing into a pile of fine white ash and superheated armour fragments in moments. Julius raised his sword to parry another slash from the claws of his own opponent.

The move was clumsy, his muscles tired and his vision fogging. Blood leaked its warmth inside his vambrace, his strength leaching away drop by drop to pool amongst the ash at his feet in a murky, dark slurry.

The creature lunged forward with a victorious cry, and Julius took his chance, the sword thrusting upward with the last of his strength. The blade ran through the creature’s throat, impaling it. The weight of the creature and the angle of the blade drove it further down, its blood smoking and spitting off the cool metal of the sword. Its struggles became weaker, and then the light went from its eyes, and it collapsed atop him.

With a cry of pained effort, Julius rolled the corpse off himself, the blade going with it. He hadn’t the strength to retrieve his weapon, and he lay there looking up at the dirty, ash-laden sky above and waited for the end. He was fairly certain he was the last man left at the outpost. The others must be dead by now. So urgent had the rush been to raise an army to stand at the gates of Dholgarth and meet the undead hordes of the foul Necromancer, that barely a handful of the oldest veterans and the youngest recruits had been left to guard the outposts on the plains of Abercarr.

Then the earth had split, and they had been under attack by these numberless hordes. Demonic creatures of all shapes and sizes poured forth, the earth scorching black beneath their tread, before being consumed by some wild orange growth which grew with horrific rapidity. Julius could see strands of it winding their way over his own legs as he lay there, and he closed his eyes and lay back, waiting for the end...